Listen to Me

Monday, April 02, 2007

Kate's Poem

Fire spin and eagle soar
the skull that hangs and watches me
oak leaves, bones and trees
I feel that I am loved but noone dares touch me
I try to fit here and there
but I don't fit anywhereI
The only true pure love I have is that of the land that talks to me

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